AN: I just want to thank you all so much for the reviews! It feels good to know that people are actually enjoying this! I'll try to make a daily chapter publishment with this, but I can't promise. Anyway, here is chapter 2. Also, a big shout out to my wonderful beta FrostyFingers that is always giving me those wonderful ideas :D

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When Liz woke up it was almost night again. She put her face in her hands while she experienced the worst headache she could remember having. Ever. Seeing that her liquor cabinet was empty, she started making her way upstairs to take a shower before she would go to the store and refill her bottle collection.

Walking down the street, three blocks from her house, Liz finally got to the her favorite liquor store only to see it was closed. This was just her luck. Why didn't she have a spare key to the place, she was a regular there after all. Liz was sure that she really was the only one who ever bought anything there at all, which was no wonder if the store was closed at this time of the night. With desperation for not getting her daily dose starting to rise, she noticed a bar across the street and quickly made her way there, completely ignoring just how creepy the place looked.

She sat at the counter and ordered a double shot of the cheapest Scotch they served. The burn in her throat immediately relieved her of the rising nervousness inside her. This wasn't what she was used to having, this was stronger. After only three more refills, she found herself in a state she had never been able to reach with the stuff she used to buy to get drunk in her own home.

Making a mental note to come back here every night from now on, she ordered another round. Just when the waiter finished pouring her drink, the seat beside hers was being claimed by a huge guy, who really just was a mountain of muscles, and who apparently couldn't stop looking at her.

"Rick, give her another round," the mountain ordered. Rick, who Liz assumed in her inebriated state, was the bartender, immediately filled her glass, which was now way past half full. Liz chugged it down with one large gulp and turned to thank the guy.

"You're welcome. I'm Bert," he said, touching her right thigh. If Liz had been in her right mind, she would have never let him continue moving his hand further up her leg, but at this moment she couldn't think properly and found that she didn't even care.

"I'm Liz," she answered with a tight smile. The next thing she knew Bert pulled her out of the bar and into a dirty and dark alley and Liz was left wondering why no one had done anything to stop him.

"You know, a girl like you shouldn't be walking around alone at this time of the night, and certainly shouldn't be in those type of bars. Big, bad guys could try to have their way with you," he said attacking her neck and letting his hands wander over her body. She could feel his hot breath on her skin and smelled the stench that was penetrating her nostrils. "Too bad there isn't anybody to save you from them, right poppet?" And with that he simply ripped her shirt open and let the torn material fall to the floor with her bra following closely.

Liz went limb. She didn't try to stop him at any moment. She knew she wouldn't be able to, even if she tried. He was just too big, she kept telling herself. Her FBI agent instincts were inactive after all that time. She felt her jeans being roughly pulled down and felt his hands making their way to her underwear; all the while having her breasts awfully violated by his careless mouth that kept biting her nipples until she was sure blood was being drawn.

And that was when she heard it. The voice. His voice. She was sure it was him, because she had dreamed about it so many times. Had dreamed about her name dropping from of his lips in a way that only he was able of. "Lizzie…" she heard again and suddenly she was struggling to get out of her attacker's strong grasp. She had to get to him. That was the only thing on her mind now.

Noticing her struggle, Bert grabbed her wrists easily with one hand and put them behind her back. Liz struggled against him and tried to free her hands to run away, but she was just too weak,too drunk. That moment she felt so unbelievably helpless; and so she did the only thing she could think of, bringing her head back and smash it hard against the bridge of the man's nose. He yelped and staggered back a little and a hand, the one that had started groping her, went to his nose immediately. When he felt blood seeping through his fingers, Liz could feel his anger rising and so she tried to scramble away again.

"You little bitch, come back here! I was gonna make this easy for you, but now you really pissed me the hell off! I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll wish you were never born and then I'm gonna kill you!" With that he slapped her face as hard as he could, sending her head flying backwards andturnedher around, ripping her underwear apart as if it was made of paper. With no further warning he penetrated her so hard that she was sure she had died already. Died and gone to hell. He didn't give her time to get used to him inside her. He kept moving in and out all the while slapping and hitting her everywhere he could reach. Liz closed her eyes, trying to pretend he wasn't there, that this wasn't happening. But she couldn't stop seeing his face. The way he looked at her with some sort of disappointed for letting things get so out of hand that she was suddenly feeling relieved for being killed after this.

That's when she felt the man coming inside her. His high growl when he reached his climax being a further indication. He then pulled himself out of her and pushed her face into the wall. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the knife he pulled out of his back pocket. The shiny object that would finally bring her interior peace, that would end the sorry excuse for a life she was living lately. "Now I'm gonna make you suffer for breaking my nose and let you to die alone in this place, just like a piece of shit like you deserves," he spat and slapped her face once again.

She saw him come closer and suddenly a sharp pain shot through her body, tearing a throaty moan from her, as the knife was pushed into the left side of her stomach. Bert pulled it out of her and then pushed it into the right side before carving a line that went through to the centre of her belly, just above her bellybutton. Liz couldn't even scream. She just didn't have the strength nor the willpower to even open her mouth. She felt him pulling away again, but this time he didn't attack her again. He just put the knife back in his back pocket and slowly turned and walked away from her, letting Liz fall to the ground, immobile and fighting harder and harder to breath.

And then she saw him again. Once more, as darkness welcomed her into its gentle embrace. And she heard him. Saying her name, in her favorite tone of voice. "Lizzie…"